55 Chapter 54

Wei Cheyu's temper has become gentler now. If it was only gentle on the surface before, now this gentleness has been melted into his bones, and no one can detect anything abnormal.

Faced with Hua Xiaomei's entanglement and disturbance, he no longer showed the slightest hint of impatience.

"Well, that's it..."

"Sounds great."

"I'm curious too, you can tell me."

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His voice is soft, his face is gentle and gentle, the sun shines on his face, and his long eyelashes flutter, making him look charming.

Hua Xiaomei looked at it with dreamy eyes and couldn't help but giggle.

She felt that her persistence and hard work over the past two years were not in vain. Brother Yuzi was gradually moved by her and became more and more gentle and kind to her.

Since Wei's mother left, Wei Zhenzhen, who had been serving as the background, silently raised her eyes, looked at the distance that had not changed, and then lowered her eyes silently.

When Wei's mother came back, Hua Xiaomei left reluctantly.

At the end of the holiday, Wei Cheyu and Wei Zhenzhen returned to school. They were the only two students in Master Hong’s school now. All the students who studied together at the time dropped out. Since then, Master Hong has not recruited any more students, but has devoted his energy wholeheartedly. When it came to teaching them, to be precise, it was mainly placed on Wei Cheyu.

"You are here just in time, come and take a look at these books," Master Hong pointed at the two books spread out on the desk. The paper was yellowed and old, and it looked like it had been a few years.

Wei Cheyu first bowed his hands, then walked slowly to the desk and said hesitantly, "Master, is this...?"

"Yesterday I went to find a former classmate and friend and borrowed it from him. Read it and see if you get anything from it." Master Hong carefully turned the pages of the book. "This classmate of mine is now a scholar. This is his test to become a scholar." The notes I took at that time must be very useful."

Wei Cheyu was stunned. If he was really a teenage farmer's boy, he might only be grateful but not understand how rare Master Hong's kindness was.

In this dynasty where books are as valuable as gold, scholars cherish books more than their own lives, and private notes are not easily borrowed. Master Hong is able to borrow them without knowing what he has sacrificed, but Master Hong has She looked at him but said nothing, just asked him to read well.

"Master..." Wei Cheyu's voice was dry, and he bowed his hands again sincerely, "Thank you.